Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

Lynch nodded, acknowledging Sir Gael's attitude: "Walenberg will not forget your loyalty."

Gale looked at the young man before him. That youthful face, those calm eyes, for a fleeting moment, reminded him of the old baron from many years ago—

No, it's deeper, more profound, and more unfathomable than the old Baron.

He bowed his head deeply: "Thank you, Baron."

Lin Qi nodded, turned around and walked back behind his desk, sitting down again.

He looked at Cliff.

Cliff quickly stepped forward: "Your Excellency, the rescued girls have all been settled."

While cleaning up the battlefield afterward, Lynch discovered a cave halfway up the mountain, where many young girls were imprisoned. Margaret was among them; she was frightened but otherwise unharmed.

Lin Qi nodded: "Take good care of them. Once they've recovered, send them back."

Cliff acknowledged the question but did not leave. He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Baron, what about... how do we explain this to the Hollenfield family? After all, they..."

Lynch leaned back in his chair, watching the flames dancing in the fireplace.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Then he spoke, his voice calm: "Send someone to the riverbank to collect it."

“Tell them,” Lynch said, “Miss Margaret has been rescued. All the Asdoks have been killed, not one of them has been spared.”

He paused, then continued, "As for how those Asdoks died, there's no need to exaggerate or hide anything; just tell them frankly."

Gale stood to the side, watching this scene, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Gale could already imagine the shock and embarrassment these hypocritical guys would feel when they received the news.

Originally intending to extort a ransom to make up for the losses, they never expected the baron to be so brave. Without saying a word, he led his men to slaughter the Asdok people!

Five hundred gold coins. Thirty barrels of wheat. Twenty bolts of linen.

It's amazing that they could come up with such an idea!

Cliff bowed and said, "Yes, I'll take care of it right away."

He bowed, took two steps back, and turned to leave the study.

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

The study fell silent again.

Gail stood there, looking at Lynch. Lynch leaned back in his chair, gazing at the flames in the fireplace, lost in thought.

A long time passed.

Lynch suddenly spoke, his voice very soft: "Sir Gale."

Gail stepped forward: "Here."

Lynch's gaze remained fixed on the flames, unwavering: "Have you ever seen a wizard?"

Gail paused slightly.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Then he spoke, his voice low: "I've met you."

Lynch finally looked away from the flames and onto his face.

Gail met his gaze and said, slowly and deliberately:

"Thirty years ago, I accompanied your father to the capital. That year, a guest came to the palace... wearing a gray robe and carrying a wooden staff with a blue stone at the top."

He paused.

"He walked in through the city gates of the capital, step by step, until he reached the palace gates. Wherever he went, everyone knelt down."

Lin Qi raised an eyebrow and looked at him curiously.

Gail's gaze was deep, filled with a reverence far more profound and intense than when he looked at Lynch.

He said deeply, "I still remember that incredible scene."

"As that man passed through the archway and walked down the long street, flowers bloomed on the stone slabs beneath his feet."

"Small, tiny white flowers."

......

The Land of the Dead, a place of rest.

"Sizzle—"

A faint hum of electricity echoed across the desolate wasteland, and a cloud of black mist appeared out of nowhere, hovering in mid-air in an oval shape.

The next second, a foot stepped out from it.

Lynch is back.

He stood on the cracked, gray-black earth and habitually looked around.

The place of rest has undergone significant changes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the newly built building—a cemetery.

It stands to the left of the base's stone fortress, constructed of gray-black boulders, in a semi-circular shape, like a silent tomb.

Two thick stone pillars stood at the entrance, between which was a half-open iron gate. The gate was rusty, yet it exuded an indescribable solemnity and eeriness.

Rows of neat stone coffins can be faintly seen in the cemetery, some tightly closed and some half open.

Lynch shifted his gaze from the cemetery to another building nearby.

study.

It was a stone house much smaller than the cemetery, built right next to the base's stone fortress. The stone walls were neatly stacked, the roof was covered with black stone slabs, and a narrow wooden door was half-open.

The nearby base fortress has also been upgraded, reaching level 3.

The original simple stone house has disappeared, replaced by a small stone fortress in the true sense of the word.

Lin Qi withdrew his gaze and looked towards the ridge between the fields not far ahead.

Several figures were busy there.

They are his ghostly servants.

Although all the skeletons perished in the final battle on the mountaintop, that's the advantage of the undead: they are immortal and have no true death.

After the final battle, Lynch collected their remains and laid them in the cemetery for a while. The creatures then miraculously recovered and were full of energy again.

However, after consideration, Lynch still upgraded them. Of the original five skeletons, only the No. 1 initial skeleton and the No. 2 elite skeleton were kept, and the rest were left in the graveyard for future use.

The three freed-up spots were given by Lynch to the first three shirtless, leather-trousered, muscular men—

Asdokians!

As an undead lord, Lynch certainly wouldn't let go of such high-quality subjects.

When cleaning up the battlefield after the battle, he specifically selected a few of the best-preserved and highest-quality corpses from the Asdok people and transported them back to the Land of the Dead.

Their attributes are no worse than skeletons, and they have plenty of combat experience. After being transformed into undead zombies, their actual combat power is higher than that of ordinary skeletons.

Especially that leader.

Lin Qi looked at the burly figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

[Dominate the Undead: Elite Zombie (Asdok Chieftain)]

[Level: LV6]

[Attributes: Strength 7.2, Agility 7.6, Constitution 7.3]

[Skill Mastered: Asdocian Scimitar Technique LV5]

The elite-level zombies are now on par with Elite Skull 2.

In this way, his undead army was replenished.

"It's a pity there aren't enough of them; I really need to work on improving my Undead Domination skill..."

Lynch muttered to himself.

The experience gained from Dominate the Undead skill primarily comes from daily use of the Undead and each time the Dominate skill is cast.

The number of times a skill can be used is limited, mainly related to mental strength.

Mental strength.

Lynch's current mental attribute is only 0.3, meaning he can only use the Domination skill a maximum of three times. After using it up, he has to wait for his mental energy to recover.

Currently, the only way to restore mental energy is through the most primitive methods like sleeping and resting, which takes a very long time and is a headache.

"Mental strength, oh, mental strength..."

Lin Qi frowned.

In the future, he could cultivate some rare materials that restore spiritual power, or build structures like magic hot springs, but those are things for later. For now, he can only endure it slowly.

Unlike other attributes, a player's Spirit can only be increased by taking up an important profession.

The necessary inheritance for this important profession is not available in the current map, so there is no way to improve the Spirit attribute.

However, this is in the original game.

But if it were now, Lin Qi seems to have found another way...

Thinking of this, his gaze fell on the newly built stone house, and his eyes suddenly became burning.

study.

Lin Qi strode toward the study.

Pushing open the half-closed wooden door, a musty smell wafted out, like an ancient book that had been sealed away for a long time.

The study was small, only a dozen steps square. Several rows of wooden shelves were nailed to the stone wall, but they were empty and had not yet been filled with books.

In the very center, there was a stone table.

On the stone table, there was an old notebook.

The notebook was very thin, with a black leather cover that was worn and white at the edges, and the copper trim around the four corners had developed a dark green rust.

But what's most eye-catching is the line of text on the cover.

It was a strange symbol that Lynch had never seen before.

They are crooked and twisted, yet they seem to follow some ancient rule, like twisted snakes, like burning flames, like some kind of ancient script that has long been lost.

The symbols, written in silver ink, gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim glow of the blood moon shining through the narrow window.

Lynch's gaze fell on the row of symbols.

He had never seen this kind of script before.

But he was able to understand it.

Those symbols slowly wriggled and transformed in his eyes, finally taking on meanings he could understand.

"The Wizard's Journal"

He read it aloud in a low voice, word by word.

The sound echoed softly in the small study.

Lin Qi looked at the journal, his gaze becoming intense.